Searching.

[Fay Slimm]

Night winks and over its eyelash verge
saunters the moon,
half-hidden in star-spangles merging
with darkening womb.

Hugely alluring to numberless shoals
of flight-followers
her orbed light guides unerringly those
searching tomorrows.

May meadow-flat sea's barbaric wand
breaking moon's prisms
on water's face make gale stay it's hand
so he sails back quickly.

[Stella]

I was enchanted straightaway from the opening line Fay, your imagery and mood are so beautiful.

We must always remember that these gales come suddenly and hope our loved ones are safe on quiet waters.

[Seema Chowdhury]

This is so beautiful, really enjoyed